So… I just read the book. The movie had come out, I thought hey! People are really liking it, I might as well read it and then go to the cinema.
Long story short: I will not be going. I might sleepily watch it one day years from now on late-night TV, but I will definitely not pay to watch it.
This could just be a bad case of overhypeatitis, though I don’t think it is, because I’ve watched many movies, played many games etc. that have been hyped up for months and months and it’s rarely been an issue for me.
A few years ago I read Looking for Alaska and I did really like it, even though it left a bit of a bad taste in my mouth. I started TFiOS with a kind of gentle trust in John Green and his writing. And I admit, I was sorely disappointed.
I’m not going to get into it too much because I know it’s all been said before ( cough )
Basically - I get it. I get why so many 13-16/s swear by it. It’s a Tragic Lovestory with Amazing Quotes and it’s so deep and meaningful and Inspiring but… it’s sorta lukewarm at best.
The characters are vomit-inducingly pretentious. “Wise beyond their years”, naturally. Prone to pseudo-intellectual and hahahaha-philosophical-HAHAHAHA rants.
I don’t know. Maybe seeing as I’m technically no longer a teenager I just missed the window where TFiOS comes across only as a tragic, beautiful love story / people’s struggle to cope with severe/fatal illness. It just comes across… I don’t know. I can’t find a word for it. Distasteful? Intellectual/existential masturbation? Just… “Ugh”, basically.
The novel doesn’t really give you a chance to think for yourself. It immediately jumps to explaining how deep and well thought-out it is. It showers you in Big Words and then assumes you don’t know them in a condescending kind of way.
I don’t know how accurate the portrayal of cancer is but it doesn’t strike me as believable. (Although one of my best friends has had thyroid cancer and she once said to me that it wasn’t at all realistic that they completely didn’t mention any scar from the radical neck dissection, or that they don’t have it in the movie adaptation either. Because it does leave a scar, from pretty mild to downright huge. On the neck. Very visible place, particularly if you’re wearing sundresses and that.)
So basically yeah. I didn’t enjoy it. At all. I do admit there were a few moments where it made me chuckle, but they’ve proved to be unremarkable seeing as I finished the book not an hour ago, having read it in pretty much one sitting, and I already can’t remember them. There were also parts of the story that attempted to tug at my heartstrings (and let me tell you - mine are exceptionally easy to tug on) but I just couldn’t muster up any sympathy for the characters.
My boyfriend came into the room with a bowl of leftover rice and I asked for a bite, leaning over with my mouth open and my hand underneath it (a normal thing to do to prevent spillage) and he just.. Put it in my hand.
I don’t know why it’s so funny but I’ve just never found myself with a handful of rice
being uninspired might be one of the most dangerous states to be in